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... "Yes. The legs are rehabilitating─ recovery... no guarantee─"

I couldn't quite hear what the doctor speaking with my parents was saying. I wasn't sure whether it was due to anesthesia or painkillers, but I didn't feel any immediate pain.

But it was impossible to move my body on my own.

In the hand mirror that I had to repeatedly nag my usually playful brother to hand over, my face, bandaged and tinted yellow as if oozing pus, was reflected.

"......"

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